Barbara's Ecstasy
Two guys & some Ecstasy make Barbara’s Rock Festival unforgettable.
by UKAmy25. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
So, this is my story, Barbara.
My story begins at University. Physically I haven’t changed much since then, I’ve always been slim, the product of remaining physically active, and good metabolism.
I am 5'7" and an all over size 10. I have 34 C breasts, which have remained pert into my 30s, probably as I have not had any children, a topic which will come up in these stories.
I have jet black hair, which I have grown any longer than my shoulders, and ice blue eyes which people find intimidating.
I have, what is referred to now, as a resting bitch face, but am actually a friendly person when you get to know me, I just don’t suffer fools gladly.
I have always been active, blessed with being both academic and athletic, and playing football and hockey from a young age.
I have always known I was bisexual. I love sex, have from my very first time, and love intimacy. Even before that I realised women were by far the more beautiful sex, and I spent way too long staring in various changing rooms and showers, drinking in the beauty of the naked female body.
Sexuality wasn’t really discussed back then, and so I hadn’t tried anything with a girl, for fear of the reputation it would bring.
I went to university in Manchester, in the early to mid 1990s, having gone there with a boyfriend, and only having slept with him. I finished my first year single and with over 30 notches on my belt, so to speak.
The two major reasons for this change in character? The first was a nightclub called the Hacienda, which I was very fond of, the second, strongly linked to the Hacienda, a little pill called ecstasy.
I found it made you love everyone, and if you loved everyone why not sleep with them? It made sense.
You have to remember we were in the era where there was no widespread Internet, no mobile phones. You met people in person, and at the pub or in clubs. It was a great time.
So I was no virgin, but in my second year, 1996, my horizons expanded, and started me on a route which lead me to where I am now, and a concept I introduced to Amy and Kirsty, the group sex and orgies we join in together.
Britpop was in full swing, Oasis, Blur, Pulp massive bands with massive tunes and huge egos, and I loved it, still do.
The Stone Roses were dissolved, something I was struggling to come to terms with. I loved the raves at the Hacienda, but it was live music from these dangerous, existing bands I loved.
This story starts with an offer.
“Look what I got!” Nick shouted, waving some paper in my face, so close I couldn’t see it.
“Herpes again?” I quipped, trying to sound disinterested.
Nick lived next door, in another 3 story Victorian terrace carved up into multiple flats to house the student population.
Most of our street was the same, and all students. Our door had obviously been left open for him to waltz in, again, probably to try his luck. Again.
I wore my hair short, cut in a severe side parting across my eye, I wasn’t sure if I was copying Justine Frischman or Jarvis Cocker.
I flicked my fringe back in annoyance at Nick, and his shitty attempt at getting my attention.
He was a nice enough guy, 6 foot, decent build, blue eyes and mousy curly hair, but he tried too hard.
He wasn’t natural, although he tried to be a party animal, it was forced. I was probably a bit harsh on him.
He laughed, “Funny aren’t you. No tickets to see Oasis, at Knebworth.”
Now this was a big deal. Oasis were amazing, and they had set two nights at Knebworth Park, huge gigs, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in years.
“OK, I’ll let you off for being a knob, that’s cool.” He laughed. “Got a spare too.”
Flicking it out from behind the first one.
“What day?”
“Saturday 10th August.”
It was only 5 days away, the tickets had been like gold dust, only 250,000 across the two nights. It sounds a lot but millions applied, and the tickets were soon being sold for over 10 times the asking price.
He went on, “have you seen the supports? The Prodigy, Manic Street Preachers, Ocean Colour Scene, The Chemical Brothers and The Bootleg Beatles.”
“No way,” I said, “ How much are you selling it for?”
He laughed; “I could sell it for 200, easily. But you can have it at face value, £22.50.”
I was stone broke, I hadn’t got £2.50 until Friday, the day before.
My face must have fallen, I’d never play poker, I’d hide nothing.
He smiled softly, “you can have it,” his face changing to a sneer, “for a blowjob.”
I rolled my eyes, but actually was willing to oblige, my face again hiding nothing.
His eyes widened; “No cutting remark, no barbed insult? And you haven’t said no. Are you actually considering it?”
I shoved his arm, “fuck off.” Weak, I really wanted to go, but there was no way I’d have the money.
He laughed, “Oh well, you had first refusal, there’s always Jenny from the pub, she loves Oasis, and she loves giving blowjobs too.”
He turned to walk out, I couldn’t let this go.
“Go on then.”
“What?” He turned.
“Come to my room, and I’ll suck your cock for the ticket. And a lift down if you’re driving.”
His face lit up. We walked to my room. As we got inside he said, “Simon is coming too, so it’ll be the three of us, if we give you the cash can you speak to your guy, get us some E?”
“Yes,” I said trying to sound exasperated, although I was de facto supplying half my friendship group.
I sat on my bed and he held the ticket up, “are you sure?”
“Of course I am, now come on before I change my mind.”
He took out his cock, and I was a little shocked to see his size, about 9 inches and quite thick, clearly making up for his personality.
He had a thick Bush of curly pubes at the base, common at the time when grooming standards weren’t as high as they are now.
I knelt in front of him and took him in my mouth, making sure it was hot and wet, my intention to get him off quickly.
I always marvel at the feeling of a cock in your mouth, hard yet soft and smooth, the feeling as the skin moves backwards and forwards as you suck and move, it fascinates me, and excites me.
I was quickly wet and horny, and slipped my hand inside my baggy jeans to touch myself, sliding it past my trimmed Bush to my clitoris, teasing it and flicking it.
I worked Nick’s cock quickly, feeling it swell and grow in my mouth, gasping and moaning as I pleasured myself, and sending vibrations through him.
He should be cumming by now, but he still stood there gasping softly and stroking my hair.
Fuck, I was horny now. I pulled off him; “You got a Johnny?”
His eyes widened, “you want me to fuck you?”
I stood up, taking my jeans off; “No but you’ve got the only cock in here, so I guess you’ll do.”
I stripped my jeans and pants, and pulled my top off, unceasing my bra, then lay on my single bed, legs spread, gently rubbing my clit.
He checked his wallet; “I haven’t got one but I’ll pull out.”
That’d do. I pulled him down on top of me, and took his cock, placing it against my wet lips. With a quick thrust he was inside me.
He was a surprisingly good fuck, I wrapped my legs around him as he took me quickly and firmly, my body responding to his meeting his thrusts, and a familiar heat building at my core.
I was going to cum, and I wasn’t hiding it, gasping and letting out little squeals that he seemed to love, his thrusts getting more urgent and his grunts louder.
My body shook with ripple after ripple of pleasure as my orgasm took hold, and I’m the throes I felt Nick stiffen and thrust deep onto me, his body shivering while I felt a wetness and heat mixing with mine.
The bastard.
I slapped his back, “I thought you were going to pull out?”
“S-s-sorry” he stammered, still shaking with pleasure.
I relaxed and giggled, “it felt good, let’s just hope it didn’t get me pregnant.”
He smiled, “christ no, I’ll fuck you but I don’t want to be under your thumb.”
I smiled as I started to dress, “Thanks, am I that bad?”
“You’re cool,” He said, “just a little tough on me. Am I that bad?”
I softened, “you’re alright, and your cocks pretty good, stop being such a dick and you might get some more sometime.”
He smiled, and said; “gotta go,” heading out the door.
“TICKET!” I shouted at his fast disappearing back.
He slunk back in; “Sorry,” handing me my reward.
That was me at the time. You may be thinking what a slut I was, sleeping with someone for a ticket.
You’d be right, I’d sleep with someone for a laugh, to pass an afternoon, to say thank you for buying my dinner. I would, and had, in order to get free drugs. I was popular with the boys, and it made my life easy. I got what I wanted and got it for free, usually.
The day arrived… I was excited as hell, I loved Oasis and Ocean Colour Scene, who were local to where I’m originally from, and was dying for the gig.
We drove down in Nicks clapped out Escort, Simon in the front seat and me in the back.
We had no plan for staying over, or getting back, and with the amount of beer we had in the car, and E tucked into my bra, there was no way we’d be driving tonight.
Simon said we could sleep in the car if needs be, and we all shrugged in agreement.
Simon was a tall thin quite thoughtful guy who loved music. He had longish dark hair and dressed quite smartly. He was a little reminiscent of Jarvis Cocker, and when he partied he changed wildly, getting hammered and dancing wildly.
We parked up and walked into Knebworth, shortly before 1:30pm, already half cut from the crate of beer I shared a back seat with, and quickly finding more.
The music started and we danced and sang along, me going wild for Ocean Colour Scenes set, being lifted on Nick’s shoulders so I could wave at them.
The night wore on and we drank more to counter the dehydration brought on by the E.
It was soon time for Oasis and the excitement rippled around the crowd as they took to the stage.
Unflappably cool, they launched into hit after hit and the crowd sang and danced along.
I was squashed between Nick and Simon, and found their bodies pushing against me to be quite intoxicating. They were so lovely, everyone was, the world was, I should love them.
I wiggled my hips into Simon’s crotch, as my chest pushed against Nick.
Nick turned and looked at me, then suddenly kissed me.
I kissed him back, distantly realising we hadn’t kissed in all the time he was fucking me just a few days earlier.
I felt hands on my breasts, but Nicks were on my ass, and I realised Simon was groping me from behind, and that was cool, I went with it.
I turned and kissed Simon too, getting a few odd looks from people nearby,
Then I turned back to watch the gig, Simon’s hands finding my breasts again, and then he his courage to slide one down my jeans and into my pants. I moved and allowed him access as he fingered me there and then, in the crowd watching Oasis, quickly making me cum with excitement at the whole scene.
I realised I had made a few noises and a few people had seen what had gone on, but that turned me on even more, and I turned and kissed Simon again.
When Oasis were finished and gone we filtered out, me still buzzing and horny. I walked arm in arm with the boys and seeing a little copse of trees off the path said; “why dont you take me in there and fuck me?”
The boys veered off dragging me with them.
They were soon either side of me, both taking turns to kiss me while they groped my breasts, Nick opened jeans and, reaching into my pants, slipped two fingers into me, I hitched my jeans down and bet slightly to take them more easily, my wet pussy squelching as he fingered me hard, and pleasure flowing through me. Simon’s cock was out and I was wanking him, feeling it grow from a small, barely handful, to being bigger than Nick, long, just like Simon and pleasantly thick.
I leaned further forward and began to suck it, gagging as his bucking hips thrust it against my throat.
I had not yet learned to deep throat, but Simon went some way to teaching me that night, continually thrusting as I sucked him, and entering my throat, eventually without making me gag as I learned to relax, and swallow him back.
Nick wanted some action and moved his cock against my cheek.
I turned and sucked him, taking his cock into my throat as I had with Simons, judging that he had seemed to enjoy it, so why not?
Nick moaned and gasped as I did.
With a sudden thrust and little stab of pain Simon thrust himself inside me. I had been so intent on sucking Nick I hadn’t even noticed him move behind me, now he was deep inside me, his body up against my ass as he fucked me with long strokes.
A movement to my right caught my eye, and I saw a girl watching us, her hand up her dress as she played with herself and sucked her boyfriend’s cock. I found this fascinating, staring as I moved to suck Nick and fuck Simon, being spitroasted for the first time, but finding the movements came naturally.
The girls boyfriend was watching too, and i longed for them to join us, I looked at her raised skirt, her pants round her ankles and pussy visible, she was shaved bare, I hadn’t seen that before, but it looked good, I wondered how it felt to touch and kiss a bare pussy. I’d decided mine would be like that from now on.
Simon and Nick decided on a swap and soon Nick was fucking me hard and fast, while I sucked Simons cock as he sat on the floor in front of me, reaching under and squeezing my breasts.
I was cumming over and over again by this point, my body exploding with pleasure at the joy of having two cocks in me, and being watched by, and watching, total strangers.
By now the girl was on her back looking towards me, while her boyfriend was on top pounding her.
I smiled at her and She smiled back, her back arching with pleasure all across her face.
She was cumming too, and we both screamed our way through an orgasm, her into the night sky, and kine muffled by my throat being full of Simon’s dick.
My scream seemed to force him over the edge and his cock twitched firing stream after stream of cum into my mouth, I swallowed hard taking it down, and enjoying its taste and consistency in my mouth.
Nick heard us moaning and he too lost control, his cock twitching in me again as his heat emptied inside me, again failing to pull out.
I sat down and watched as the girl’s boyfriend let out a loud cry and his hips bucked, her legs high in the air as he emptied himself inside her, while she screamed and shook with her own orgasm. I dressed and looked at her again as with a little wave, she darted out of the bushes and out of sight.
There was something about watching her getting fucked that had resonated with me, making my own orgasms stronger.
As we walked back to Nick’s car, his cum soaking my underwear I knew I had to do it again, to watch someone while they were being fucked, and while I was being fucked.
I also wondered about girls, how could I see what it was like with a girl?
by UKAmy25 for Literotica
